1 In the early springtime, in its morning fair,
Little buds of promise, little blossoms rare;
Hear the words of Jesus, precious will they be,
Bring the little children, "Let them come to Me."
Refrain:
"Let them come to Me,
Let them come to Me,
Bring the little children,
Let them come to Me."
2 He will now receive you if your hearts you bring
Humbly to the Savior, Heav’n’s exalted king;
For the invitation, gracious, full and free,
Says to all the children, "Come, O come to Me. [Refrain]
3 Jesus, we are coming, to Thy loving arms;
Safely there reposing, sin no longer harms;
From the wiles of Satan Thou canst set us free;
Tho’ we’re little children, we will come to Thee. [Refrain}
Source: The Cyber Hymnal #9293